Bodies with dead tissues and no apparent wounds; 'shrunken' corpses; civilians with heavy damage to lower limbs that require amputation, which is nevertheless followed by unstoppable necrosis and death; descriptions of extensive internal wounds with no trace of shrapnel, corpses blackened but not burnt, and others heavily wounded that did not bleed.

Many of these descriptions suggest the possibility that the new weapons used include 'direct energy' weapons, and chemical and/or biological agents, in a sort of macabre experiment of future warfare, where there is no respect for anything: International rules (from the Geneva Convention to the treaties on biological and chemical weapons), refugees, hospitals and the Red Cross, not to mention the people, their future, their children, the environment, which is poisoned through dissemination of Depleted Uranium and toxic substances released after oil and chemical depots are bombed.

When she sat down in the dirtIn front of your machineA lovely woman dressed in redYou in military greenIf you had met her in JerusalemYou might have asked her on a dateBut here you were in GazaRolling towards the gate

As your foot went to the floorDid you recall her eyesDid her gaze remind youThat you've become what you despiseAs you rolled on towards this womanAnd ignored all the shouts to stopDid you feel a shred of doubtAs you watched her body drop

And as your Caterpillar tracksUpon her body pressedWith twenty tons of deadly forceCrushed the bones within her chestCould you feel the contours of her faceAs you took her life awayDid you serve your country wellOn that cool spring day

And when you went back across the Green LineBack to the open shoreDid you think that this was just another dayIn a dirty warAnd when you looked out on the waterDid you feel an empty voidOr was it just one more life you've takenOne more home destroyed